Everyone remained silent.
So did Angor.
"When you mentioned the Danding Race, I thought you were talking nonsense. According to the information we obtained from the aboriginals of the Abyss, they mentioned various races, including the Nodin Race that you just mentioned, but they didn't mention the Danding Race. "The Black Earl's voice sounded in everyone's minds.
"So, does the Danding Race really exist?" Khael muttered through the Spirit Bond.
Based on the conversation between Angor and the curly-horned demon, they already knew that the Danding Race did exist. The reason why Kael was still muttering to himself was because he felt that this matter was far too bizarre.
Black Earl was one of the most powerful figures in the wizarding world, so he should have access to the most complete information. How did Angor know about the Danding Race when even Black Earl didn't know about it?
And the curly-horned demon was a Danding Race.
"They do." Angor sensed the doubts in everyone's mind. "I once met a Danding Race. I didn't know that they had disappeared for many years."
"Are you done with your conversation? Are you thinking about what to ask me, or are you thinking about how to trick me? "The curly-horned demon's voice reached everyone's ears again.
The curly-horned demon also knew that they were talking through the Spirit Bond. But he didn't know what they were talking about.
Angor looked at the silent crowd and sighed. "We were talking about the Danding Race, and something happened."
"Something happened?" The curly-horned demon was confused.
"None of my friends have ever heard of the Danding Race." Angor shrugged.
"The Danding Race is a noble race. It's normal that they haven't heard of it." The curly-horned demon didn't think it was a big problem.
Angor considered and decided to start from the basics. "Maybe you don't know about the current situation. Currently, humans in the Abyss Plane are working closely with the natives of all races. They even built many base cities with special residential areas for the natives.
"Do you know what that means? This means that the communication between humans and aborigines has reached a very deep level. "
"One of my companions is very well-informed. According to him, the humans have learned a lot about the various races from the natives of the settlement, including the Neya and Nodin races that I mentioned earlier. However, there's no mention of the Danding race."
He stopped and looked at the curly-horned demon in front of him.
No matter how stupid the curly-horned demon was, it understood what Angor meant.
"Are you trying to say that the Danding Race … no longer exists?" the curly-horned half-blood demon said softly, suppressing his surging emotions.
"Maybe it's just hiding deeper," Levi muttered beside him.
The curly-horned demon glanced at Wail and asked Angor, "Is that possible?"
"I don't know."
The curly-horned demon was getting impatient. For the first time, it spoke in an emotional tone, "I'm just asking you if it's possible. You only need to answer yes or no."
"I don't know much about the Danding Race. Based on what I know, it's still not enough to answer your question. So, I can only say that I don't know."
Angor knew that his answer was only half-hearted. But it was the truth. As far as he knew, there was only one Danding Race — no, there were two of them now.
"Then what can you tell me? Even your companions don't know about the Danding Race. How did you know? "The curly-horned demon's tone was now interrogating Angor. It was obvious that he was already letting his emotions out.
The only good thing was that even if he released his emotions, he was always in a state of restraint and did not cross the line, so he could still maintain his rationality.
This also proved that he was different from other undead creatures.
Even Mandehara, who was saved by Angor, could easily fall into depravity again. But the curly-horned demon was able to keep his sanity.
This was something worth investigating.
Maybe it was just as Angor said. Wizards nowadays were not as knowledgeable about undead creatures as the Nether City did ten thousand years ago.
While running around, he did not forget to reply to the angry half-blood demon in front of him.
"Because I saw a Danding Race member."
With that one sentence, the curly-horned half-blood demon calmed down a little. "You've seen a descendant of my race? Then, is he still alive? "
Angor nodded. "Don't worry. He's alive. And he's doing fine. "
The demon calmed down again. He always thought that the Danding Race no longer existed. But as long as there was a descendant, it meant that the Danding Race was still alive.
"Tell me about him." The curly-horned demon wasn't really curious about Angor's descendants. He just wanted to know if Angor was telling the truth.
Just like how Angor described the Nordin Clan earlier, all the details about the Nordin Clan were real.
"I don't know much. About this …" Angor hesitated for a while and did not say anything.
"Why did you stop? Because he fell into depravity too?" The demon raised his voice again.
"I don't think so."
"Then why didn't you continue?"
Angor did not answer.
The curly-horned demon wasn't the only one who found this strange. The others also looked at Angor in confusion. What was wrong with the Danding Race member? Why did he not want to talk about it?
Angor smiled bitterly in his mind. It was not that he did not want to talk about it. It was just that the only Danding Race member he knew was …
The Nightclub Master!
The Nightclub Master who broke through the legendary level as a half-blood demon!
The Nightclub Master played an important role in the battle of Rasudran. Many organizations were trying to find out more about him. Moonfrost Union, demons, and demon gods were also involved.
But none of them managed to find out anything.
Angor did not dare to tell anyone about the Nightclub Master under such circumstances.
Angor was not the only human who knew the Nightclub Master better than Angor. In fact, Wizard Painter knew the Nightclub Master better than Angor. However, Wizard Painter was nowhere to be found. Angor was the only one who knew about the Nightclub Master's whereabouts.
After being stared at in silence for three minutes, Angor finally spoke up.
"This descendant of yours is really special. If you really want to know, I'll have to sign a Tarot Contract with you."
A Tarot Contract was also known as a "Tarot Contract". It was a kind of confidentiality treaty that had been constantly improved and almost reached perfection. There were very few flaws and loopholes.
The curly-horned demon didn't know what to say. The others all looked at him in surprise.
The demon knew about the Tarot Contract. It was a strictly confidential contract. As long as it was kept confidential, it would not break the contract. But why would Angor only tell them after signing a Tarot Contract?
And … "What about them? Do they have to sign a Tarot Contract too? "
The curly-horned demon looked at everyone except Angor.
"They don't have to." Angor considered. "Because I'll only tell you."
Dorcas was looking forward to hearing the first part of Angor's sentence. But when he heard the second part, he lost his temper. "Why won't you tell us? I'll sign a Tarot Contract too, and I'll listen to it too. "
Dorcas's ruckus really did express the thoughts of a portion of the people present. Angor was being so cautious because it must be a secret. To be honest, they were also willing to sign a Tarot Contract to get some information.
However, Angor did not give them the chance. He looked at Dorcas and said, "I'm not telling you because it's for your own good. I'm telling him because he's a Danding. He won't go against the contract because of the honor of his race. "
The curly-horned demon chimed in, "If it's really a secret of the Danding Clan, I won't tell anyone about it even if I have to die."
Angor did not need to say anything else.
He trusted the demon's loyalty to the honor of his race. Besides, he was a Danding himself, so he did not mind telling them.
As for the others, even if they were his teammates, Angor did not trust them completely.
Maybe they would not break the contract, but that was only a "maybe". What if someone was willing to pay a high price for breaking the contract?
Even though there were very few loopholes in the Tarot Agreement, this was only a near-perfect agreement, not a truly flawless agreement.
To put it bluntly, Angor could not trust them.
Dorcas opened his mouth. He wanted to say that he would keep his promise, but he could not bring himself to say it.
The secret Angor knew was unknown, and he could not make absolute promises about it.
The only one who could do that was the curly-horned demon.
Besides, he was a Danding himself. The fact that he could not leave this place already restricted the spread of information. After all, only a few people could reach this place.
When everyone remained silent, Angor spoke in a soft voice, "Trust me, I'm not telling you for your own good."
"Of course, Count Black has the right to know as well. But I can assure you that it doesn't matter whether you know or not."
The Black Earl snorted softly, expressing his stance. He knew too many secrets. One more was not a big deal.
In order to calm everyone down, Angor added, "If you're really curious, you can go to the Abyss Plane and look for a place called the Land of Repose. There's a woman who sells information there. If you pay enough, she'll tell you the secret. But the price is very high. Don't try to get in touch with her before you become a truth-finder. "
Count Black continued, "The Land of Repose can answer many questions. But don't go looking for her just because you're curious about some unimportant secrets. Also, don't tell anyone about the Land of Repose. If the woman learns about it and goes crazy, you won't be able to escape. She's even scarier than some demon gods. "
Count Black glanced at Angor. "Don't just keep other secrets. The Land of Repose is a secret too."
Angor was surprised. Count Black told him to bring the remains of the Undying Brigade back to the Street of Immortals if possible. Angor thought Count Black didn't know about the Land of Repose. But he didn't expect the man to know about it.
"Have you ever been to the Land of Repose, sir?"
Count Black shook his head. "No. That woman hates humans very much. Sending them to the Land of Repose is the same as sending them to their deaths. "
Angor scratched his head. Yes, Balalaika did mention that the woman hated humans.
But Angor and Balalaika were always peaceful when dealing with each other, so Angor completely forgot about it.
Angor quickly added, "Just listen to Count Black and forget what I just said. That woman hates humans. If you go in, you'll die. "
Everyone: "…" You're patching it up really early.
Angor felt a little embarrassed. He was so focused on this side that he almost got his teammates killed.
Angor didn't dare to look at them anymore. He cleared his throat and looked at the curly-horned demon. "If you agree to sign the Tarot Contract, we can begin."
Of course, the curly-horned demon didn't refuse.
After signing the contract, Angor asked Elmi to create a shadow space and activated the Nightmare Domain inside Elmi's body.
Next, he tossed Dankros and Soren into his bracelet.
After making sure that no one would notice, he did the final step.
Illusion Dream.
It wasn't safe to stay in the dream wasteland.
However, he didn't actually bring the curly-horned half-blood demon into the dream wasteland. Instead, he waited at the dream gate at the end of the bridge and waited for the demon to show up.
Once he entered the dream wasteland, a powerful force would create a new body for him. It was better to talk on the dream bridge.
Angor couldn't show himself since this was the demon's dream bridge. However, he could use the Dream Gate to talk to the demon.
The curly-horned demon was still in a daze. But when he saw the magnificent Dream Gate, he slowly regained his senses.
"This is the Dream Bridge? But why is there a gate at the end of the bridge? Where's that rude human? "
"Now you're saying that I'm rude … Forget it, I won't pursue the matter. Just stay by the gate and I'll tell you about your people. "Angor's voice reached the demon's ears through the Dream Gate.
The demon didn't understand why Angor chose to talk in front of the gate instead of the Dream Realm. But it didn't matter.
It was more important to know more about its people.
The curly-horned demon didn't say anything and simply sat down in front of the Dream Gate.
Angor started talking about Rasudran and slowly moved on to that taciturn but surprisingly reliable nightclub owner.
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